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Wednesday, February 25, 2009

I have been a terrible blogger and an even worse author (Demise is still in the works, almost another chapter done), but I have been very preoccupied. Pregnancy has already been a roller coaster and I am only 12 weeks along. One day I will feel awesome and almost bored with being pregnant because nothing is happening. The next day I will gag at the smell of my shampoo and realize I have not had a bowel movement in 4 days. Of the many things that they DON'T tell you about being pregnant ("they", of course, referring to the evil cult of women known as "mothers" who are trying to suck you in and make you drink the sugar free coolaid), the one thing that has shocked me the most is how exhausted it makes you. I feel like I could fall asleep in the middle of this sfdskljaflkdjsalkfsdjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj

Okay sorry, I'm back and I'm sure the keyboard outlines on my forehead will fade soon.

Besides growing my little bean, here's what else I've been up to (mostly TV shows I am currently obsessed with):

1) Top Chef - I just have five words. STEFAN, YOU ARE GOING DOWN. Stefan is the last remaining member of team "Euro" having been born in Finland and raised in Germany and has been a complete arse the entire show. If Stefan wins tonight I will never watch this show again. Okay, I will watch the show again, but I won't like it. Seriously, how can a person be from Finland and have such a superiority complex to Americans? Can anyone name something that Finland has contributed to the world? Anybody?

2) Real Housewives - Atlanta, New York, OC, I love them all! There is nothing that fills me with more joy than watcing a bunch of classless, catty biotches duke it out over the title of queen high terd. My favorite line so far this year comes from RHNYC:

"No, I'm sorry. The Countess does not drink beer from a bottle."

Countess, I will tell you what I have told many people who live in an imaginary world of their own making. No matter how important or significant or superior you think you are...there are 2 billion Chinese people who don't care.

3) Chicken Tika Masala - I have not had any chicken tika masala in a while, but it is all I think about when I am hungry. My cruel husband won't eat Indian food, because he says the colors are unappetizing. Will I ever get any chicken tika masala? Will I go my whole pregnancy without tasting the delicious, spicy, tomatoey, creamy goodness? Guess I'll have to wait and see.

4) Lost - yep. That's what I am. What in the world is going on? And when will I watch an episode that makes me NOT ask that question?

That's it for now. I'll try to be a better blogger and give you more than this drivel today. Just thought I should throw something out there for prosperity.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

I am not a girl who believes that women should have to do ANYTHING for Valentine's Day. In fact, I am pretty much against the holiday in it's entirety. All that you are doing is setting yourself up for disappointment. If your significant other does something stupid for Valentine's Day then he RUINED the most romantic day of the year. However, if he does something wonderful then you wonder why he "only does stuff like that on Valentine's Day"!

Whatevs.

However, this year, I decided that I would do something for my hubby. But I am calling it a Pre-Valentine, as the only thing I will be doing on Valentine's Day is being worshiped and adored.

I made him a book. A book of my photos. A book of our memories. Each page has a little special nugget from our life together thus far. A matchbook from the Salty Dog Cafe. A scorecard from the Robert Trent Jones Golf Course. Etc. Here are the pages from said book. You can click them to enlarge. Enjoy...